He walks slowly to
a familiar place.
One hand on the park bench
he slowly lowers himself to rest.
He cups a flame,
cigar smoke rises
to his hat brim,
curls upward and over.
Frenzied grackels,
scurry over scraps with
scampering feet,
rapidly changing.
Easily witnessed and
contented, he rises.
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